60 Seconds to Die 3

Jesus, help me. Jesus, protect me from evil.

Jesus...

Knight to king bishop five.

Bishop takes knight.

Queen takes bishop.

Missed that.

Doesn't make any difference.

Queen takes queen. Check.

King to king's rook one.

Checkmate.

When did you find out the truth about Santa?

Later than I should have.

I got the cash.

So do you have it?

I'll cross over and I'll get it.

It's all about waiting.

Don't rush time or time will rush back to you.

Twelve past.

I hate that place.

Well, we have to cross over very carefully.

You must really love her.

One, two, three.

Four, five, six.

I got the gifts.

Oh yeah.

Darlin', this is the best night of your life.

You know, I been thinkin'.

Shh. Shh.

Use your head.

Come on, I'll help you.

You're gonna win this time.

Want to prove that I'm number one, right?

Gonna smash your fuckin' teeth in. Come on.

It's over. It's all over for you.

I'm sorry about that.

I thought there was somebody out there.

It's fine. I'm fine now.

Could you just stay on there for a second?

Because this thing keeps crashing. You're like cracking up.

- You're all right. - Hang on on sec.

I told you you were worrying over nothing.

I might see you tomorrow.

It was only the cat. What'd I tell you, eh?

It was the cat.

What are you doing? This thing's crap.

Katie, Katie, there's no sound. Hi.

I don't know. I think it's the computer thing.

I can't hear what you're saying at all.

Hi, Katie.

Hey!

Help!

Stay where you are and keep your hands

where I can fuckin' see them!

You're all right.

Should we brush our teeth?

A bit scary. Aw.

Ghosties aren't real, darlin'. They're not real, are they?

All right then, are you going to a Halloween party

in a minute?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

You want to see what your costume looks like?

- Yeah. - Look.

What are you dressed as? What are you?

A witch.

Are you a wicked witch? (LAUGHS)

You do it.

- No. - Do the laugh.

- (MAN LAUGHS) - No.

Ready, we'll be ghosties.

Yeah.

Daddy.

- Daddy? - Isabelle?

Daddy.

No one.

Shit.

Hi.

Hi, what do you want?

What time is it?

It's death o'clock.

Damn near made it.

Almost late for my own funeral again,

or however it is that ridiculous cliche goes.

Regardless, the dawn waits for no man or beast.

Ann Gable, the beloved film actress.

Even by my moralless standards, my behavior during

our encounter this past evening was outlandishly wretched.

And sadistic.

And downright perverse.